A blog about genealogy and thoughts about the various roots and branches of my family tree as well as the times in which my ancestors lived.Included are the West, White,and McFarland families.WARNING:DO NOT TAKE ALL OF MY FAMILY RECORDS AS GOSPEL. ALWAYS CONFIRM YOUR OWN RESEARCH!

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Friday, October 31, 2014

I was a third grader at the Frank V Thompson School in Boston's
Dorchester section when I first read this poem in our English text
book. Years later I used to post it every Halloween on an email
list for a fantasy role playing group. I think our Mom once or twice
recited the "Gobble-uns 'll git you ef you don't watch out!" part.

Anyway, it's the best Halloween poem I know. Enjoy.

And `ware th' Gobble-uns!

Little Orphant Annie

by James Whitcomb Riley.

LITTLE Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay, An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away, An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep, An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep; An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ’at Annie tells about, An’ the Gobble-uns ’at gits you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!

Onc’t they was a little boy would n’t say his pray’rs— An’ when he went to bed at night, away up stairs, His mammy heerd him holler, an’ his daddy heerd him bawl, An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he was n’t there at all! An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby-hole, an’ press, An’ seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an’ ever’wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout! An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!

An’ one time a little girl ’ud allus laugh an’ grin, An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin; An’ onc’t when they was “company,” an’ ole folks was there, She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she did n’t care! An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide, They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side, An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ’fore she knowed what she ’s about! An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

One of the many islands of Boston Harbor is Castle Island, though
for many years it’s been “attached” to the South Boston mainland
and is reachable by foot. In fact it was a favorite meeting place
used by the reputed mob boss Whitey Bulger.

The first fortifications on the island were begun in 1634 and
eventually they became Fort Independence, which has a long and
fascinating history.

But for this Halloween I’m writing about a certain young soldier
who, according to Edward Rowe Snow in his book “The Islands ofBoston Harbor”, enlisted in the First Artillery on 26th May,
1827 and was sent to Fort Independence where he served for five
months under the name Edgar A. Perry.

His real name was Edgar Allan Poe.

While there, Snow speculates, Poe would have heard about a fatal
duel that took place on Christmas Eve seven years before in 1817
between two officers which resulted in the death of a Lt. Robert
Massie. Snow doesn’t give the name of the other officer involved
but he tells about the burial of the dead man on the island and
quotes the inscriptions on it. Lt. Massie’s remains and the
headstone, by the way, were moved three times and as of the
time that Mr.Snow was writing had ended up at the cemetery at
Ft. Devens in 1939. ((pp.68-69))

Snow and others over the years have pointed to the story of Lt.
Massie’s death as the inspiration for “A Cask of Amontillado” but
there are few facts available. For one thing the identity of the
second man varies from story to story. The basic story goes that
Massie’s opponent was a bully and that the dead lieutenant’s
friends took revenge by walling his killer up alive in one of the
casement walls. But again, there is no record showing an officer
mysteriously disappeared without a trace in the time after
Massie’s death.

Snow later in the chapter later says that an elderly man told him
that in 1905 a skeleton dressed in an old military uniform was
found when a sealed casement was opened during repairs to the
fort. They weren’t able to find out who it was and so it was
eventually buried. (p 76)

So far I haven’t found anything online about the discovery and
most critics dismiss the story about the skeleton as folklore. But
whether or not there was someone actually buried alive, it’s quite
possible Poe used some for the elements of the event in his story.

And even the dispute over the folktale is very Poe-like.

There may be another Boston area story that inspired Poe. I
recall reading once about somebody, the wife of the Governor of
the Colony, I think, hosting a party or ball during an epidemic and
that Poe might have been inspired to write “The Masque of The Red Death” after hearing about it.

Fellow geneablogger Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Basically, we have to post something every
week on a different ancestor, whether a story, picture, or research problem. For
this prompt I've tried to concentrate on ancestors I haven't researched as much
as I have others in my family. Recently I've been posting about my Barnes
Hoyt, and Colby ancestors. In this post I'll discuss my 8x great grandfather Samuel
Colby,

There's not much information about John, and none at all about who his wife
might have been. I do have this from another of William Richard Cutter's books
on New England genealogy:

John Kelly, the immigrant ancestor, was one of the early settlers of Newbury, Massachusetts, where he is said to have been in 1635, coming from Newbury, England. Not much is definitely known of him after his arrival, and nothing is knownof his life in England. He received a grant in Newbury of a house lot of four acres near the Great River, "bounded by the River on the north, John Pemerton on the west, by the way on the south, and John Merrill on the east." He also received at the same time, a planting lot of four acres on the same neck of land, the date beingdoubtless the year 1639, when many other similar grants were made. The Great riveris the river Parker. John Kelly also seems to have had a house lot granted him in another part of the town which was mentioned in a record of his son's grant. His house was on the north side of Oldtown Hill, and he does not seem to have used either of his grants. He was so far separated from the town that the citizens tooka vote that if he should be killed by the Indians because of living so far from the others, "his blood should be on his own head." He died December 28, 1644. According to tradition, he was born in Exeter, Devonshire, England. Children: Sarah, born February 12, 1641, and John, mentioned below.
p2289New England Families, Genealogical and Memorial: A Record of the Achievements of Her People in the Making of Commonwealths and the Founding of a Nation, Volume 4 (Google eBook) Lewis historical publishing Company, 1915, (Boston, Ma.)

I particularly like the concern shown for my ancestor by his fellow townspeople.

Well, obviously John Kelley survived long enough to start a family, since I'm here
writing this today nearly 300 years later!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Fellow geneablogger Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Basically, we have to post something every
week on a different ancestor, whether a story, picture, or research problem. For
this prompt I've tried to concentrate on ancestors I haven't researched as much
as I have others in my family. Recently I've been posting about my Barnes
Hoyt, and Colby ancestors. Those three came together because of the marriage
of my subject for this post, William Hoyt, to Dorothy Colby who were my 7x
great grandparents.

There's not much about William in David Webster Hoyt's Hoyt family genealogy:

William,2 b. Sep. 5, 1660; m. Dorothy Colby, dau. SamColby, Sen., Jan. 12, 1687-8 (36); d. July 19, 1728. His grandfather, Wm. Barnes, for whom he was probably named,deeded him two or three pieces of land. From the Old Norfolk records, we learn that he took "ye oath of Allegiance & fidelity" before Maj. Robert Pike, in " Eamsbery," Dec. 20, 1677. The town records state, that he was chosen tithingman, 1693-4 and 1697-8. He probably lived at or near " Lion's Mouth." Will dated 13 May, 1728, proved' Aug. 5, 1728. Inventory taken Aug. 2, 1728. "Homestead Living containing about thirty-four Acres & his dwelling House on said Land," £227. Whole amount, £323. Homestead sold to Gideon Lowell,.Jr., Sep;, 1728: bounded S. and W. by land of John Blaisdell, N. by John Jewell and Abner Hoyt, E. by " high way in the Hallow." His wife, Dorothy, survived him, and probably removed to Methuen with her sons, Wm.4 and Philip.4. A Dorothy Hoit was admitted to the Methuen church, " by dismission from another church," in 1731; and was dismissed, to unite with another church, in 1740.
pp25-26

Other than that I haven't found much out about William Hoyt. But he did accomplish a
very important task: he married Dorothy Colby and together they produced children, including my ancestress Susannah Hoyt.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

My distant cousin Jonathan Moulton's first wife was Ann Smith who he married
in 1749 and with whom he had a family of eleven children. She died of smallpox
in 1775. He married Sarah Emery in 1776, and their marriage resulted in four
more children. She is the "new wife" in a poem written by my 4th cousin 6x
removed John Greenleaf Whittier. It's probable that Whittier may have met
one or more of Moulton's adult children, but as the foreword to the poem
indicates, he certainly was familiar with the legends that had sprung up
about Jonathan Moulton

THE NEW WIFE AND THE OLD.

[the following Ballad is founded upon one of the marvellous legends connected with the famous Gen. M., of Hampton, N. H., who was regarded by his neighbors as a Yankee Faust, in league with the adversary. I give the story, as I heard it whena child, from a venerable family visitant.]

Dark the halls, and cold the feast—Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest!All is over — all is done,Twain of yesterday are one!Blooming girl and manhood grey,Autumn in the arms of May!

Hushed within and hushed without,Dancing feet and wrestlers' shout;Dies the bonfire on the hill;All is dark and all is still,Save the starlight, save the breezeMoaning through the grave-yard trees;And the great sea-waves below,Like the night's pulse, beating slow.

From the brief dream of a brideShe hath wakened, at his side.With half uttered shriek and start —Feels she not his beating heart?And the pressure of his arm,And his breathing near and warm?

Lightly from the bridal bedSprings that fair dishevelled head,And a feeling, new, intense,Half of shame, half innocence,Maiden fear and wonder speaks Through her lips and changing cheeks.

Listless lies the strong man there,Silver-streaked his careless hair;Lips of love have left no traceOn that hard and haughty face;And that forehead's knitted thoughtLove's soft hand hath not unwrought.

"Yet," she sighs, "he loves me well,More than these calm lips will tell.Stooping to my lowly state,He hath made me rich and great,And I bless him, though he beHard and stern to all save me!"

While she speaketh, falls the lightO'er her fingers small and white;Gold and gem, and costly ringBack the timid lustre fling —Love's selectest gifts, and rare,His proud hand had fastened there.

Gratefully she marks the glowFrom those tapering lines of snow;Fondly o'er the sleeper bendingHis black hair with golden blending,In her soft and light caress,Cheek and lip together press.

God have mercy !— Icy coldSpectral hands her own enfold,Drawing silently from themLove's fair gifts of gold and gem,"Waken! save me!" still as deathAt her side he slumbereth.

Ring and bracelet all are gone,And that ice-cold hand withdrawn;But she hears a murmur low,Full of sweetness, full of woe,Half a sigh and half a moan:"Fear not! give the dead her own!"

Ah ! — the dead wife's voice she knows !That cold hand whose pressure froze,Once in warmest life had borneGem and band her own hath worn."Wake thee! wake thee!" Lo, his eyesOpen with a dull surprise.

In his arms the strong man folds her,Closer to his breast he holds her;Trembling limbs his own are meeting,And he feels her heart's quick beating:"Nay, my dearest, why this fear?""Hush!" she saith, "the dead is here!"

"Nay, a dream — an idle dream." But before the lamp's pale gleam Tremblingly her hand she raises,— There no more the diamond blazes, Clasp of pearl, or ring of gold, — "Ah!" she sighs, "her hand was cold!"

Broken words of cheer he saith,But his dark lip quivereth,And as o'er the past he thinketh,From his young wife's arms he shrinketh;Can those soft arms round him lie,Underneath his dead wife's eye?

She her fair young head can rest Soothed and child-like on his breast,And in trustful innocence Draw new strength and courage thence;He, the proud man, feels within But the cowardice of sin!

She can murmur in her thoughtSimple prayers her mother taught,And His blessed angels call,Whose great love is over all;He, alone, in prayerless pride,Meets the dark Past at her side!

One, who living shrank with dread,From his look, or word, or tread,Unto whom her early graveWas as freedom to the slave,Moves him at this midnight hour,With the dead's unconscious power!

Ah, the dead, the unforgot!From their solemn homes of thought,Where the cypress shadows blendDarkly over foe and friend,Or in love or sad rebuke,Back upon the living look.

And the tenderest ones and weakest,Who their wrongs have borne the meekest,Lifting from those dark, still places,Sweet and sad-remembered faces,O'er the guilty hearts behindAn unwitting triumph find.
pp117-120

Monday, October 20, 2014

Last year for Halloween I blogged about various New England legends andfolkore, some of which posts I may repost this year. But tonight I was looking
for a new spooky legend and found a poem about a distant cousin written byanother equally distant cousin.

I am a descendant of 10x great grandfather John Moulton and his wife Anne. One of their other descendants is my second cousin 9x removed Jonathan Moulton. William Richard Cutter says this about him:

(IV) General Jonathan Moulton, son of Jacob Moulton, was born in Hampton, New Hampshire, June 30, 1726, and died there in 1788, aged sixty-two years. He owned a large amount of land and was a wealthy man. It was largely through his efforts that two or three towns in the state were settled, as is told in the "Farmer and Moore's Gazetteer" of 1823. On November 17, 1763, Moulton borough was granted to him and sixty-one others by the Masonian proprietors. He had a distinguished reputation for service in the Indian wars along the northern borders of the new town before it was settled, in 1763. and many stories are told of his adventures at that time. Doubtless his service against the Ossipee Indians was the principal reason of placing him at the head of the grantees. Through his efforts the grant for New Hampton was obtained from Governor Went worth. It is said he obtained it by presenting the governor with an ox weighing one thousand four hundred pounds, which he drove to Portsmouth and for which he refused money, saying he preferred the charter to the land which he named New Hampton. The town of Centre Harbor was formed from a part of his grant called Moultonborough Addition. He was known as a fearless commander, and although his reticence and dignified bearing aroused the displeasure of some, he must have been thoroughly trustworthy and competent to be intrusted with such important commissions as were placed in his hands. He served many years in the legislature. He was a shrewd business man, ahead of his time in many ways. The poet Whittier has made him the hero of his poem, "The New Wife and the Old." S. A. Drake, in his "New England Legends and Folk Lore," has written an amusing story founded on the legend of Jonathan Moulton and the Devil...p2304.

Cutter then includes Drake's story about the Devil which is long so I won't include
it here, but there is this added by Drake at the end of it:

Another legend runs to the effect that upon the death of his wife—as evil report would have it— under very suspicious circumstances, the General paid court to a young woman who had been companion of his deceased spouse. They were married. In the middle of the night the young bride awoke with a start. She felt an invisible hand trying to take off from her finger the wedding-ring that had once belonged to the dead and buried Mrs. Moulton. Shrieking with fright, she jumped out of bed, thus awakening her husband, who tried in vain to calm her fears. Candles were lighted and search was made for the ring: but as it could never be found again, the ghostly visitor was supposed to have carried it away with her. This story is the same that is told by Whittier in the New Wife and the Old.- p2305

So of course when I read that John Greenleaf Whittier has written a poem about the
story of the two wives, I had to look for a copy of it. I found one, and I'll share it
with you in the next blogpost.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

This morning I did something I rarely do anymore: I got up at 6am. Today was the
yearly New England Geneabloggers Bash, and it was being held at Sara Campbell's
house out in Erving, Ma. So I got up early, and made sure I had my camera, cellphone,
and GPS all charged up, and away I went.

It was foggy when I left my apartment but most of it burned off as I drove north
and west. I took 495 and then Rte2 (also known as the Mohawk Trail) and the foliage
was beautiful I don't understand why the state doesn't place a few rest areas along
495 because I sure wanted to take pictures and stopping in the middle of busy 495
to do so just wasn't an option. At any rate,I made pretty good time and I very
nearly made it all the way to Sara's without straying off course....until I took the
wrong left turn onto Bridge St instead of onto Maple. The GPS directed me on a
four mile workaround(which I think it did to teach me a lesson) which included
a stretch on Mormon Hollow Rd (a very appropriate name considering I was going to
a genealogy bash.) It was very hilly, and there was some nice views down into
several valleys.

I finally arrived at the correct address (just as the battery on my GPS died) and
spent the afternoon with some very nice people, some of whom I'd already met
and some who I met for the first time. We discussed genealogy, family history,
computers, cameras, television programs and the weather. There was good food,
good conversation, and a falling pumpkin.

There were about 18 attendees and I wish I had more time to talk with them all.
But I left at around 3pm, and despite missing the 495 turnoff, made it home safely.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Fellow geneablogger Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Basically, we have to post something every
week on a different ancestor, whether a story, picture, or research problem. For
this prompt I've tried to concentrate on ancestors I haven't researched as much
as I have others in my family. Recently I've been posting about my Barnes
Hoyt, and Colby ancestors. In this post I'll discuss my 8x great grandfather Samuel
Colby,

I haven't found much about Samuel although there is an interesting connection
between him and an ancestor from another of my family lines:

(II) Samuel Colby, of Amesbury and Haverhill, planter and innholder, was born in 1639. He was a soldier of King Philip's war and served under Captain Turner inthe Falls fight, March 18. 1676. He married, before 1668. Elizabeth, daughter of William Sargent. Samuel Colby had a grant of land in Amesbury in 1659, again in 1662; was townsman then in 1660; lived in Haverhill in 1668, 1672, 1674, and probably in 1677, although he was in Amesbury in 1676, perhaps for the safety of his family during the war in which he took part. He took the oath of allegiance ;and fidelity in Amesbury in December, 1677, and was representative from there in 1689. His will bears date July 2, 1716. His widow Elizabeth died February 5,1736-37. According to the Amesbury records they had five children: 1. Dorothy,born about 1668; married William Hoyt. 2. Elizabeth, June 1, 1670, died young.3. Samuel, March 9, 1671. 4. Daughter, April 2,1672. 5. Philip, probably married,May 1, 1703, Annie Webster. p2053

The Captain Turner Samuel Colby served under was William Turner, who later was
killed at Deerfield, Ma. Turner's command was then given to another of my ancestors,
9x great grandfather Jeremiah Swain, but I don't know if Samuel Colby continued
his service under Swain.

And of course his the marriage of his Dorothy to William Hoyt brought the two families
together.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Fellow geneablogger Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Basically, we have to post something every
week on a different ancestor, whether a story, picture, or research problem. For
this prompt I've tried to concentrate on ancestors I haven't researched as much
as I have others in my family. Most recently I've been posting about my Barnes
and Hoyt ancestors. I am now turning briefly to a third related family, the Colbys.

9x great grandfather Anthony Colby is the immigrant ancestor in the line. From
William Richard Cutter:

Anthony Colby, founder and American ancestor of one of the prolific families in New England, came in Winthrop's fleet in 1630 and his name appears as ninety-thirdon the list of members of the church. He came from the eastern coast of England, and was driven by religious persecution to seek a home in the new world. He appears in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1632, on his marriage with Susannah Sargent, but in1634 removed to Salisbury, and thence in 1647 to the west side of Powow river, in whatnow is Amesbury. He was recorded as a planter and received land in the first division in1640 and 1643. He was one of the first commoners in Amesbury. had grants of land in 1654 and 1658. and his widow in his right in 1662 and 1664, he having died in Salisbury, February 11, 1661. His widow, Susannah, married, in 1663, William Whittridge or Whitred, and was again a widow in 1669. She died July 8, 1689. Anthony Colby's children were: John, Sarah, Samuel. Isaac, Rebecca. Mary, Thomas, and one other died young. -p2053Genealogical and Personal Memoirs Relating to the Families of Boston and Eastern Massachusetts, Volume 4(Google eBook)Lewis Historical Publishing Company,
1910 Boston (Mass.)

I've boldfaced the name of Susannah Sargent for a reason. There are various theories as to her identity. When I first started working on my family tree I found her name given as
Susannah Haddon. I hadn't seen it as Elizabeth Sargent until I saw the above entry from William Cutter. There is an entry for Anthony Colby in The Great Migration Begins in which the issue is addressed (p416) and since there seems to be no definitive proof to support either name I've now left Susannah's maiden name blank on my database.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

John Hoyt Jr. held several important offices during his lifetime, one of which
was the position of town constable. Among the duties a constable had in colonial
Massachusetts was the collection of unpaid taxes, and some constables were less
than enthusiastic doing that job. So in order to remedy that, the Massachusetts Bay
Colony adopted a unique policy: if the constables failed or refused to collect the
overdue taxes, they had to pay them out of their own money or be imprisoned.
That's what happened to John Hoyt Jr in 1694, which prompted him to send this
petition:. "To the Honble their Majties Great and Generall Court of the Province of the Massachusetts Bay in New England, now sitting in Boston by adjournemt, March 6th, 1694/5."The Petition of John Hoite, one of the late Constables of Amesbury, now a prisonr in Salem Gaol, "Humbly Sheweth,

"That yor Petitionr is now in Prison undr an Execution for the Nonsatisfaction of the arreares of the rates comitted to him to collect whilest he was Constable of Amesbury. That Your Petitionr has Lately mett with great losses, haveing had his house plunderedby the Indians, and has been visited with much sickness through the holy afflicting handof god upon him—besides sundry of the persons from whome many of sd arreares be due are both dead & removed out of ye Towne. Now Forasmuch as yor poore petitionrby the providence of God is reduced to a necessitous condition, and wholely uncapacitated, by reason of his confinemt, to doo any thing for himself & family or ye paymt of sd arreares for ye prsent, he therefore humbly entreates the favour of this high & honble Court to Consider the premisses, by being pleased to grant unto him two or three yeares space for paymt thereof, as also for areleasemt from his confinemt."And Yor petitionr, as in duty bound shall Ever pray, &c.

"John Hoite"

"Voted upon Reading the Petition abovesd that sd Petitioner is granted his Request provided he give security to mr Treasurer to pay sd money within two years into the Treasury. March 8th, 1694/5 past in the affirmative by the house of Representatives & sent up to the honrable Lt Governr & Council for consent. Nehemiah Jewet, Speaker." -pp21-22

John Hoyt Jr. died about two years later on 13Aug 1696. He's one of my colonial ancestors who died as a result of the wars with the New England Indians. He and a
man named Peters were killed somewhere along a road between the towns of Haverhill and Andover, Ma.

Fellow geneablogger Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued the52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Basically, we have to post something every
week on a different ancestor, whether a story, picture, or research problem. For
this prompt I've tried to concentrate on ancestors I haven't researched as much
as I have others in my family. In this post and the next I will discuss my 7x great
grandfather John Hoyt Junior, the eldest son of John Hoyt Senior.

From the family genealogy written by Daniel Webster Hoyt:

John,(2) b. about 1638; m. Mary Barnes, dau. Wm. and Rachel Barnes, June 23, 1659 . On the Salisbury records, his ""Contry Rate Anno 1659," is given as 2s 3d. He receivedhis first lot of land ("on the river") in Amesbury, Oct., 1658, and was admitted as a "townsman," Dec. 10, 1660. Among the other lots which he received were one in "Lion's Mouth," 26 Feb., 1661, and a lot of 120 acres, April, 1662. One of his earliest purchases consisted of five acres of upland at the "southermost end of Tom: Whitchershill," bought of Edward Cottell in 1660. It is difficult to determine the location of his homestead.

A "Jn° Hoyt of Salisbury tooke ye ffreemans Oath before this prsent Court," Salisbury, 2m, 1663. It was probably John,(2) though "Jun." is not added, as it is in most instances where he was referred to. On the records of the Salisbury Court, 9, 2m 1667, we find the three following entries: "Jn° Hoyt Jvn: tooke ye oath of fidelitie: att y" prsent Court." "Jn° Hoyt jvn: vpon ye request & choyce of ye Newtowne is admited by this prsent Court to keep ye Ordinary at ye Newtown of Salisbury, & to sell wine & strong waters for ye yeare ensuing." Also, "Jn° Hoyt jun: is dismist by this Court from all trainings: vntil such time: as he shalbe cuered of y' infirmity wch doth att prsent disinable him fro trayning." On the records of the following year (Salisbury Court, 14, 2m, 1668) is found the following: "Jn° Hoyt jvn": license is renued to keep ye ordinary at ye new towne: & to pvide entertainmt for horse men & foot men: but hath liberty to sell wt wine & strong waters he hath laid in in respect to ye ordinary, and Lt Challis is to take notis of wt he hath layd in & to make returne thereof to ye clarke wthin 14 dayes." 13, 2M, 1669, he was also licensed "to keep ye ordinary for Amsbury for ye yeare ensuing." He took "ye oath of Allegiance & fidelity" before Majo' Robert Pike in "Eamsbery," Dec. 20, 1677. He is also frequently mentioned as a juror, on the Old Norfolk records.

Despite his high standing in the community, John Hoyt Jr. would find himself
in a bit of a legal predicament. I'll discuss that in the next post, along with a story
about his wife, my 7x great grandmother Mary Barnes,

Just a friendly reminder about the Sixth Annual Great Genealogy Poetry
Challenge! Deadline for your blogpost submissions is Thursday, November
20th and I'll be posting the list of links here on Thanksgiving Day which
this year is Thursday, November 27th.

Here once again are the Challenge rules:1. Find a poem by a local poet, famous or obscure, from the regionone of your ancestors lived in. It can be about an historical event, alegend, a person, or even about some place (like a river)or a localanimal. It can even be a poem you or one of your ancestors have written!0r if you prefer, post the lyrics of a song or a link to a video of someone performing the song. 2. Post the poem or song to your blog (remembering to cite the sourcewhere you found it.). If you wish to enter an older post, you may as long as long as it has not appeared here in an earlier Poetry Challenge.3.Tell us how the subject of the poem or song relates to your ancestor'shome or life, or the area of the country where they lived.

4.Submit your post's link here to me by midnight Thursday, November 20th and I'll publish all links to the entries on Thanksgiving Day, November 27th!

If you submit a humorous poem or song that will be entered under the"Willy Puckerbrush" division. Willy was the late geneablogger TerryThornton's alias for some humorous posts and comments.

The deadline is about a month and a half away, so there's plenty of time
still to find that poem. I've already received several blogpost links, and
I hope you'll add more to them,

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

It's October, one of my favorite months of the year. Even here in southeastern
Massachusetts I can enjoy the Fall foliage colors and I frequently take drives
in the afternoon to "leaf peep" and take pictures. But this morning I wondered
if my colonial ancestors were as entranced by the change of colors as we are
today. Back then most of them were farmers, so I suspect they were too busy
getting in whatever was left still in their fields and orchards. They wouldn't
be creating "corn mazes", they were too busy making sure they had enough
food harvested and preserved to help them survive through the Winter.

October 2011

October 2013

Looking for a poem about Autumn here in New England, I found this from
Robert Frost, who lived for many years in New Hampshire.

October

O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest call;Tomorrow they may form and go.O hushed October morning mild,Begin the hours of this day slow.Make the day seem to us less brief.Hearts not averse to being beguiled,Beguile us in the way you know.Release one leaf at break of day;At noon release another leaf;One from our trees, one far away.Retard the sun with gentle mist;Enchant the land with amethyst.Slow, slow!For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

((In the spirit of Halloween, I'll be reposting some stories of the strangeand unusual from New England folklore. This post originally appearedhere in 2009.))

Back earlier this year when I was researching accounts of my ancestors' experiences
in the New England Indian wars I came across an interesting story about some of
my Sawyer relatives. It concerned, of all things, a legend about a disappearing
stone! I bookmarked it to come back to later, or so I thought, because when I
was ready to post about it here I found I'd not saved the site location.

I began googling for the story once more but had no luck. Periodically
I'd renew the search but failed and I'd finally almost come to believe that the
story about a disappearing stone had disappeared itself! But tonight I finally
got lucky!

So here's a story of brothers John and Benjamin Sawyer, my fellow descendants
from Thomas Sawyer and Mary(Marie) Prescott:

"John was a builder, and when he was putting up a house for Charles Buck asked Benjamin to help him find a big flat stone for the hearth, probably. They found astone which by splitting would serve, but left it for another that served without splitting. Soon afterward, when another such stone was needed for another new house. John searched for the stone and to his surprise it had disappeared. Benjamin was sure he could find it, but he also failed in his search. Soon the stone reappeared, however, in the very spot where it had been first discovered. The superstitious explained the mystery of the stone that came and went, and the public came to believe that the stone marked hidden treasure. It was supposed that the ghostly guards who had to watch over the treasure got tired of their job occasionally and hid away the stone. At any rate, enough credence was given to the story of enchantment to cause many parties to dig for the fabled treasure, and the stories of their experiences add an interesting chapter to the town history."

Benjamin Sawyer lived from 1762 to 1843 and this is the only mention I've
found anywhere of hidden treasure and a magical disappearing stone in Reading.
Middlesex, Ma. It is strongly reminiscent of the folktales of England, I think.

If you're up around Reading some day, look for a stone suddenly appearing in
a field and you might find some buried treasure!